You ever wander into an abandoned subway tunnel and find a hidden message left in graffiti? I’ve got a few spots that still keep their secrets tight.

I know a hidden alcove under the old freight bridge on 12th—no lights, just a cracked concrete wall covered in spray‑paint poetry from the 80s. It’s a quiet place, perfect for reading the world in silence, if you can find the right angle to sneak in without tripping the motion sensors I’ve hacked.